Don't tell my husband, because he's terrified of all things crawly, but we had our own small-scale version of Arachnophobia today...
This morning, when I was brushing my teeth, there were 3 "baby" spiders in the sink. Teeny tiny little things. I turned on the faucet, and washed them down the drain ("...down came the rain and WASHED the spider out..."). I looked up to see if there was a web somewhere above, saw nothing, shrugged it off and went about my way.
End of story? Not so much.
This evening, I was back in our bathroom and there was a BIG fat black spider in the sink. Faucet went on, spider tried to swim, faucet came on stronger.
Then... more babies! They literally started popping out everywhere. I witnessed the birth of at least a dozen, maybe twice as many.
I'm (not so) sad to report there were no survivors. After they were washed out to their watery grave, I came back with a can of Raid (that may or may not kill spiders, but according to the can, it will keep any ants and roaches away) and rinsed down the scene. I even sprayed in the overflow drain (where I suspect they were living). I'm sure if Joe ever hears about this, he'll use at least three cans of air freshener to make sure they're done for.
Here's the creepier crawlier part: Even though I'm not the least bit afraid of spiders (my sister got enough of that fear for our entire family), right now, I can feel their surviving family members crawling all over me, seeking revenge... Let's hope there's not a sequel to this...